How did you fall in love? Was it loud enough for him to hear your emotions? A prom with him between the sandstorms whilst the two of you caught the harmony off your sufferings. Everyone dissolved into dust, scattered in the air, and it was his face, just his face that you could fathom in … Continue reading Or are you now just friends, but in memories?

Your memories still haunt me every night, Its been a month when you left but still feels like it happened tomorrow. They say you will be fine after sometime but I know what we shared was not something to be forgotten till death.I still text you everyday inspite of promising you I wont text you … Continue reading Introduction Of a Fairy Tale

​You used to make fun of me for never throwing things out. And you had almost labeled me a hoarder when you found out about that box of chocolates 4 years ago. Last night, I stumbled upon it in the corner of my closet. Do you remember how I had saved it from the day … Continue reading Because I still lose to you, every day.

Happiness comes at a cost and Hope is dangerous. Hope is despising a lonely mind and Happiness is a dream for an aloof heart. “What’s with you?” I do not respond. “Are you okay?” it repeats. …and I snap. No, I am far from okay. Okay is a mask everyone purposely makes you wear. I … Continue reading “We will be okay”

I have always imagined my break down. The neurons inside my head exploding, making me clench my fist just before I start throwing punches at everyone. The sky would be a little pale that day. The birds in the trees would go silent, and the wind would hold its breath to see me let go … Continue reading I turned the tap off and returned to rest on my bed

I don’t remember the last time I was happy. I mean happiness in its purest form – like the magical laughter of a child, or the twinkle in someone’s eyes as they walk down the street with their lover - their person. Someone they can proudly call “mine” - I miss that feeling. Certain things … Continue reading I am a prisoner of my own mind

It's just another 4 A.M. The coffee is stale. My mind conjures up his face, his hypnotic voice haunts my ears. I snuffle my face in his shirt. That one shirt he left behind. The scent consumes me. Every last fiber of my being throbs for just one kiss, one embrace. Is that too much … Continue reading ​It’s just another 4 A.M